Did he force me to join him? No.
Did he ‘subtly’ encourage me? Yes.
Was his encouragement highly annoying? Of course.
Will my husband do the shopping & most of the meal planning for Whole30? Luckily, yes.
So I considered while venturing onto the scale, looking down and honestly wishing I weighed as much as I did back when I thought I needed to lose a ton of weight.
The scale was tipped, I decided I’d give it a go but not before five days of prep (i.e. eating indiscriminately, judge all you want)
Judge all you want.
Day 1 – May 21, 2018.
Breakfast: 2 scrambled eggs, with onions & mushrooms, 2 strawberries, 1/2 banana
10:00am (ish): Hungry, 3 cherries
10:30am (ish): STARVING, 2 cherries, handful of almonds
Drinking your coffee black:
IS Not hard.
11:10am: STILL STARVING, visit Whole 30 for *motivation* and read:
This is not hard.
“Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Beating cancer is hard. Birthing a baby is hard. Losing a parent is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard. You’ve done harder things than this, and you have no excuse not to complete the program as written. It’s only thirty days, and it’s for the most important health cause on earth—the only physical body you will ever have in this lifetime.” – Whole30
I take exception.
12:00pm: ALMOST DYING OF STARVATION, huge plate of lettuce, one avocado, one chicken thigh (grilled by Jeff over the weekend), Whole30 compliant dressing
2:30pm: HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY, small “smoothie” made with 1/2 banana, a little almond milk & handful of frozen fruit, sipped as. slowly. as. possible.
Dinner: meat, mix of regular and sweet potatoes, raw veggies, watermelon
9:00pm: STARVING, wonder out loud what I should eat, am warned by Jeff not to go “too crazy” with the nuts, consider kicking him in his, round out the evening by going a little crazy with the nuts, one huge strawberry and a swig of almond milk
gratitude journal entry: